A Poet Destroyed
I burn in a fiery blaze of disappointment for a poor judge to see .
Swallowed by hungry tears. Shallow tears eat my cheek.
The salty substance, similar to the oceans of life.
Washed away and swept off my feet.
I am a tiny speckle left of a winning dream.
Destroyed by a poets losing dream .
A poet destroyer.
The ocean of life washing away my short winded words,
along with my poorly judged tears in this oceans lair.
Knoked by a rock, out of my rhyming socks.A poet destroyed.
Copyright © Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet | Year Posted 2012
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